Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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Sheer drapes weave the sunlight through the room, where it leaves a warm golden glow on everything.
The sound in the background was waves, and for once, we were far from that maddening life of ours.
It was warm, peaceful, and utterly different from the tension gripping our days.
I burrowed deeper into the couch's plush cushions, stretching out my legs in a comfortable gesture. For one of those rare moments, everything just was normal.
My fingers brushed against the spine of the book in my lap, Lessons in Sin by Pam Godwin, smutty escape from reality, indulgence I let myself into far too often.
Here, though, with Lucien nearby, guilt was never attached to it.
I turned to another page, already losing myself in the forbidden student-teacher romance.
The plot was sinful, tension undeniable, and raw attraction between characters—made me feel a little flushed in spots.
Not one for these kinds of books usually, something about the tantalizing taboo and all that had pulled me in.
Probably because it had reflected, in some small way, the dangerous allure of my own life.
The forbidden thrill.
"Good book?" Lucien's voice floated through the silence.
I looked up to see the wicked glint in his eyes as he stretched back in his chair, careless arms over the back of it.
He had been studying me for some minutes, likely trying to work out why I was so absorbed.
"Yeah, it's good," I said, hard-pressed to keep the amused smirk that tugged at my lips from his eyes.
"What's it about?" he asked, getting up and walking toward me with that effortless swagger. He sat beside me, close enough that his knee brushed mine.
I hesitated for a second.
Oh, Lucien, if only you knew.
My cheeks pricked at the thought of explaining the book's premise to him. But I was not going to retreat. "It's a romance novel," I said, trying to choose my words carefully.
He raised his eyebrow, leaning closer. "A romance novel?" There was that teasing edge to his voice. "You've been reading it all morning like you're planning a mission. What kind of romance has you so captivated?"
I swallowed, already knowing where this was heading. "I's different," I said, knowing I wouldn't get away with being vague.
He'd pull it out of me eventually, so why fight it?
He grins, his eyes going bright with amusement. "How different are we talking? Like star-crossed lovers? Mafia princess falls for the wrong guy? That sort of thing?"
